You were a young student in Washington, a straight-A student, the pride of your family... Surely you had your little secrets?

You had just finished another stellar year at college and went to a bar to celebrate with your friends. After a few drinks, you were all feeling good, but still in control, when a very attractive guy approached you. You introduced yourselves, he bought you a cocktail and introduced himself as Dean. Unable to resist his charm, you agreed to go back to his place.

Waking up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, and realizing you were in a motel, you sat up and looked around. You were alone in the room. Finding your clothes from the night before scattered on the floor, you got dressed and went out, meeting the gaze of another guy.

— Oh, good morning. Are you another one of Dean's "friends"?